... Ten... Hundred... Thousand... Eternity counts slow... Chaos, Order... Order, Chaos... Birth, Life, Death, Rebirth... Eternity who counts slow... One... Ten... Hundred... A Thousand. ...
Walking out of the study and out on the large victorian balcony he bit his lip and turned the information over in his head once more. It was a bright summer day, the birds sang, and the ladies at court could be seen playing croquet on the large lawn on the other side of the park. Their long and overly decorated dresses wagged in the breeze as they played. He sat down in one of the balcony's chairs. As his thoughts wandered his eyes fell from the ladies and their oh-so-well-mannered laughs, back to the floor of his study-room. The large dark garments spread out on the floor with their mystical writings and inscriptions gave the room a feel of ancient power. Or similar. The magic circles and the magical sign and charts all spoke to him clearly. A gathering was needed. Maybe He was the only one sensing it? Unlikely. But not impossible. Damn. Must be another punishment for old sins of irresponsibility, - like the fact his mind stubbornly continued to refuse letting go of the awake life. It was starting to get annoying all ready.
He stood up and let the breeze fresh his senses with a sigh. Tssk, tssk. He was thinking too much again. What was there to worry about? Just smile. - There was quite some time to prepare oneself and to find an answer. Maybe he should just try to sleep 'til it was time after all, and await the changes. Sleep... It was, very tempting. Yes... Though, when he returned inside happy with that conclusion, something or someone obviously didn't quite agree... The fine cloth on the floor tangled his foot and tripped him to fall straight onto his face surprised. And the floor greeted him, hard.
The sudden new vision blinked away from his retina as he recovered from the fall. He sat up. Interesting. Indeed. And it changes again. The way it was going now, anything and everything could change over a tiny hundred years, or two. He rubbed his head and licked his lips absently. That meant endless possibilities... He grinned sly. But also... The grin dropped. - It meant that he had better stay sharp. Sleep would have to wait. No longer an option for that. History will only give him one shot at catching the clues he calculated fairly fast. He sweatdropped, but recovered quickly and snarled instead.
Damn that wench, the man spat and hesitated as he could have sworn he heard someone giggle... and his bitch for a lover., he finished and cursed both History and Fate in one single well done phrase.
And they said HE had a bad sense of humor.
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